Why I Don't Have a Christmas Tree
When I first moved out on my own, I had a
Christmas tree. A live one in a pot. I thoroughly enjoyed decorating it with my
own ornaments, and turning on the lights in the evening. After Christmas, it
got planted in my sister’s garden, where it lived happily for several years
before giving up the ghost. We called it Desmond.
The next year, I had been joined by Mojo. I still
got a Christmas tree, but had several experiences of Mojo getting her claws
stuck in ornaments as she was playing with them. I also got too cheap to have a
tree, so the year after that and many years besides, I treated my ficus as my
Christmas tree. I got the best of both worlds: festive decorations during the holiday
season, with no cost and no carpet of dead pine needles after New Year’s.
And then came Lucy.
There are a number of differences between
Mojo and Lucy. Mojo was a tuxedo cat, Lucy is a white and orange tabby. Mojo
never knocked anything over in the 13 years she shared my home, Lucy knocks
something over every couple of days. Mojo never looked at the ficus as her own
personal climbing area.
Lucy does. And when I tried hanging
ornaments on the branches, they no longer served merely as decoration, but also
enticement for my doofus cat to try climbing up to get them.
Having no desire to see my ficus tree fall
over, I stopped decorating it at Christmas. Instead, I bought a small
decoration from the Christmas tree guys at the corner. It went well the first
year. The second year, it kept falling to the floor. I thought Lucy the Klutz
was knocking it over on her way towards the window, but that wasn’t the case.
She was eating it.
You haven’t lived until you’ve picked up cat
barf with pine needles.
In the last couple of years, I’ve had my
kravlenisser (small cardboard elves) on my shelves, and wrapped a string of
lights around one of my dining room chairs. It’s festive. A little pathetic,
perhaps, but festive(ish) and, most importantly, safe from the cat.
But it’s just not the same without a tree (or
tree equivalent). Apparently not having learned my lesson, I’ve decided to try
again this year.
First, I got this.
It wasn’t enough. So now I have this
So far, Lucy hasn’t discovered it. Fingers
crossed that it makes it to the end of the season in one piece.
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